They didn't have my transition times up last time I checked, but they do now.
Total Time: 4:21:40
Overall Place: 3762
Gender Place: 1106
Division Place: 238
Swim: 39:42 (this includes the run to transition)
Transition 1: 4:36
Bike: 1:49:20
Transition 2: 5:50 (that's all? Felt like 15 minutes)
Run: 1:42:20 (not bad for a 6.2-mile walk)
Swim Rank: 2843
Bike Rank: 3803 (wow, one of the slowest!)
Bike MPH: 13.9 (I usually average 16-18 MPH)
Run Rank: 3753
Pace: 16:28
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Matt's 2010 Chicago Tri Experience
It was 3:00 in the morning, and I was awake. What the hell did I get myself into? I had packed all my transition gear and nutrition, and strapped the bikes onto the car rack the night before, so all I really had to do was was squeeze into my tri gear and back the car out of the driveway without crashing into anything. This I accomplished, and we were on our way by 3:30.
Shortly after transition opened at 4:15 we joined the growing mass of zombies walking our bikes across Columbus Drive, and setting up our individual islands of gear under the glow of the lights lining Lake Shore Drive (we brought headlamps, but didn't end up needing them). By some great strokes of luck, both Lynette and I had our assigned racks right on the bike path instead of among the scores of others on the grass without such convenient landmarks. I was maybe 8th or 9th in my wave to set up, so I was right near the end of the rack. Doubly sweet. I laid down my towel, two Hammer espresso gels, race belt w/bib clipped on, sweatband with my name written on it, sunglasses, shoes with newly purchased speed laces, socks rolled down and put in the shoes, bike helmet, sunglasses, and extra water bottle for rinsing off feet.
We walked from our racks to the "bike in/out" a couple of times and saw the TNT coaches there who gave us some extra pointers, though I think their main purpose that morning was calming nerves. Soon enough we were heading to "swim start", and as we did, I had an instant of feeling like we left too quickly, like I should have triple-checked everything, but it was fleeting, and (spoiler) everything was actually fine.
So it's around 5 in the morning at this point, and I don't go off until 9:28. Race day adrenaline is making sure there's no chance of catching any sleep, so I'm just sitting near the TNT tree, watching whatever was happening. We are directly behind the swim start, and then the early part of the run course goes between us and the shore, so after the first wave goes off at 6:00, there is actually stuff to watch. The announcers were really amazing, something I've never really experienced before at a race. They stood on a platform above swim start and gave a running commentary on each wave, pointing out signs and supporters, giving out trivia on the race and particular waves, as well as getting each wave off at the exact right second. Frazz cartoonist Jef Mallett was actually in the first wave, along with the rest of the insane athletes doing the "triple" - Super Sprint on Saturday, and both the Sprint and Olympic on Sunday.
Around 7:30 I had a banana and a bagel. Along with a gel about 30 minutes before my start, this would be my only nutrition before the race. I'm not entirely sure it was enough. 8:45 I saw my parents, who had ridden the train in from Berwyn to watch us, which was awesome. I gave them a few pointers on how to pick us out of the crowd, and they headed off north to get a good spot to watch the swim. 9:00 I pulled on my wetsuit to the waist, grabbed my cap and goggles, kissed Lynette and headed to the corral.
My plan was to seed myself in the middle of the group. I didn't want people swimming over me, but after watching previous waves I knew I wasn't among the weakest swimmers. They put us in the water, and we tread water for maybe 60 seconds before the air horn went off and we became a pack of hungry piranhas. We had trained for this, but I was really not expecting the frenzy to last for the first quarter mile. I think I did a good job of remaining cool, but it was nearly impossible to put 4 consecutive strokes together without running into someone. By the time we reached the southern turn-around (1/4 mile), we were already catching up to stragglers from the previous wave, which did not help. After a few hundred more yards, though, I was finally able to settle into a comfortable rhythm. While I normally breath on the right, after the turn I had to breath on my left because of the sun, and because it was easier to stay on course by looking at the wall every breath instead of looking out to the lake. Luckily, coach Todd had made me work on breathing on both sides as well as bi-lateral breathing, so I was fine.
Overall, I was really really surprised with how strong the swim was for me. In training, I would tire quickly, and even in open water swims I had to take breaks to breast-stroke for a while and recover. For whatever reason, I was able to hit just the right pace where I was not running out of breath or getting too tired, and I was actually able to do bilateral breathing when I had to, which is usually impossible for me in the middle of a long swim.
As strong as I was feeling, it was great to see the yacht club approaching, and I was soon being helped out of the water by two volunteers... and getting a severe calf cramp. This had happened in training once, so I knew I could get through it, but it really sucked for about 30 seconds. We had a quarter-mile jog to transition, and I pulled off into the grass as soon as I could to strip off my wetsuit, tie the legs around my neck and keep jogging. As easy as it should have been to find my bike, I still had about 5 seconds of confusion, looking for it about 6 feet from where it was.
The bike was pretty uneventful. Most notable for me was the fact that I forgot a gel, which I had planned to take early into the bike course. That probably contributed to what happened on the run. I did finish a full bottle of Gatorade and one of water, and as a bonus I spotted Lynette each time we passed on the 2-loop out and back course. I didn't feel like I was pushing the pace, but I was passing people (some on bikes much better suited to this sport than my hybrid), and my average speed ended up being faster than I had clocked on any training runs. As I got back to transition, someone was there reading off the time of day for us, and I remember being surprised at how late it was, not having realized that starting at 9:30 meant not starting the run until around 11:30, and then running through the full noonday sun.
I had a little trouble getting my bike back into the rack - my seat barely made it under the bar, and at this point gear was a little messy, but I got some help from the guy across from me (I experienced nothing but good sportsmanship all day). Since I wore the same shoes for bike and run, I just took off my helmet, replaced it with a sweatband, ate a gel and some water, clipped my race belt on and... the bib tore off. Possibly my inexperience with the race belt (or a poorly designed belt) meant that when I stretched it to put it on, the attachment points tore out the holes in the race bib. Gah! I put the bib back on upside down, using the only holes still intact, and took off on the run.
I could tell I was not as strong as I hoped I'd be, but the first mile went pretty ok. That's where the biggest crowds were, and I saw my family at the aquarium. I had to walk around the 1 mile mark, and at this point a guy passed me and told me he had been chasing me the whole way on the bike. I made it a mini goal not to let him get too far ahead, but I quickly forgot about that.
The sun was out, there was no shade, and it was 90 degrees. I was getting stitches all over my abdomen whenever I ran for too long, and my legs were starting to complain. While I have no complaints about the water station volunteers, there was a station early-on that had run out of cups. Soon, instead of running with walk-breaks, I was walking with short run spurts, usually only if I was passing a TNT supporter or coach. I had been hoping to average 9 minute miles, but that was soon out the window and I just wanted to finish.
I ran for maybe half a mile (probably less - miles were much longer than usual) with another TNT member from a wave or two before mine. I usually prefer to run alone, but it somehow did give me a little extra energy to talk with someone. She eventually dropped off, though, letting me go ahead, but then passing me a while later and finishing a few minutes ahead of me.
I was worrying about Lynette - she couldn't have been doing well in this heat, and when I saw her as I was about a mile from the finish, I could tell she was in bad shape, but I reassured her that she could just walk, that I had been walking, and I hope that made her feel better. Then I saw my family at the aquarium, and they were amazing again. They had signs, and everything. It gave me the strength to run for a little while, at least. I don't know if spectators realize quite how much their support means to the athletes.
At long last I came up to the home stretch. I usually have a good finishing kick, but today I didn't even start running until I turned the corner and could actually see the finish line (maybe 200 yards). They announced my name, I threw my hands in the air in triumph, and it was over. Medal, water, bagel, wet towel, shade, chair.
Time: 03:21:12
Swim (inc. .25 mile run to T1): 36:00
Transition 1: 03:10
Bike: 01:25:20
Bike MPH: 17.82
Transition 2: 03:00
Run: 01:13:40
Run Pace: 00:11:52
Shortly after transition opened at 4:15 we joined the growing mass of zombies walking our bikes across Columbus Drive, and setting up our individual islands of gear under the glow of the lights lining Lake Shore Drive (we brought headlamps, but didn't end up needing them). By some great strokes of luck, both Lynette and I had our assigned racks right on the bike path instead of among the scores of others on the grass without such convenient landmarks. I was maybe 8th or 9th in my wave to set up, so I was right near the end of the rack. Doubly sweet. I laid down my towel, two Hammer espresso gels, race belt w/bib clipped on, sweatband with my name written on it, sunglasses, shoes with newly purchased speed laces, socks rolled down and put in the shoes, bike helmet, sunglasses, and extra water bottle for rinsing off feet.
We walked from our racks to the "bike in/out" a couple of times and saw the TNT coaches there who gave us some extra pointers, though I think their main purpose that morning was calming nerves. Soon enough we were heading to "swim start", and as we did, I had an instant of feeling like we left too quickly, like I should have triple-checked everything, but it was fleeting, and (spoiler) everything was actually fine.
So it's around 5 in the morning at this point, and I don't go off until 9:28. Race day adrenaline is making sure there's no chance of catching any sleep, so I'm just sitting near the TNT tree, watching whatever was happening. We are directly behind the swim start, and then the early part of the run course goes between us and the shore, so after the first wave goes off at 6:00, there is actually stuff to watch. The announcers were really amazing, something I've never really experienced before at a race. They stood on a platform above swim start and gave a running commentary on each wave, pointing out signs and supporters, giving out trivia on the race and particular waves, as well as getting each wave off at the exact right second. Frazz cartoonist Jef Mallett was actually in the first wave, along with the rest of the insane athletes doing the "triple" - Super Sprint on Saturday, and both the Sprint and Olympic on Sunday.
Around 7:30 I had a banana and a bagel. Along with a gel about 30 minutes before my start, this would be my only nutrition before the race. I'm not entirely sure it was enough. 8:45 I saw my parents, who had ridden the train in from Berwyn to watch us, which was awesome. I gave them a few pointers on how to pick us out of the crowd, and they headed off north to get a good spot to watch the swim. 9:00 I pulled on my wetsuit to the waist, grabbed my cap and goggles, kissed Lynette and headed to the corral.
My plan was to seed myself in the middle of the group. I didn't want people swimming over me, but after watching previous waves I knew I wasn't among the weakest swimmers. They put us in the water, and we tread water for maybe 60 seconds before the air horn went off and we became a pack of hungry piranhas. We had trained for this, but I was really not expecting the frenzy to last for the first quarter mile. I think I did a good job of remaining cool, but it was nearly impossible to put 4 consecutive strokes together without running into someone. By the time we reached the southern turn-around (1/4 mile), we were already catching up to stragglers from the previous wave, which did not help. After a few hundred more yards, though, I was finally able to settle into a comfortable rhythm. While I normally breath on the right, after the turn I had to breath on my left because of the sun, and because it was easier to stay on course by looking at the wall every breath instead of looking out to the lake. Luckily, coach Todd had made me work on breathing on both sides as well as bi-lateral breathing, so I was fine.
Overall, I was really really surprised with how strong the swim was for me. In training, I would tire quickly, and even in open water swims I had to take breaks to breast-stroke for a while and recover. For whatever reason, I was able to hit just the right pace where I was not running out of breath or getting too tired, and I was actually able to do bilateral breathing when I had to, which is usually impossible for me in the middle of a long swim.
As strong as I was feeling, it was great to see the yacht club approaching, and I was soon being helped out of the water by two volunteers... and getting a severe calf cramp. This had happened in training once, so I knew I could get through it, but it really sucked for about 30 seconds. We had a quarter-mile jog to transition, and I pulled off into the grass as soon as I could to strip off my wetsuit, tie the legs around my neck and keep jogging. As easy as it should have been to find my bike, I still had about 5 seconds of confusion, looking for it about 6 feet from where it was.
The bike was pretty uneventful. Most notable for me was the fact that I forgot a gel, which I had planned to take early into the bike course. That probably contributed to what happened on the run. I did finish a full bottle of Gatorade and one of water, and as a bonus I spotted Lynette each time we passed on the 2-loop out and back course. I didn't feel like I was pushing the pace, but I was passing people (some on bikes much better suited to this sport than my hybrid), and my average speed ended up being faster than I had clocked on any training runs. As I got back to transition, someone was there reading off the time of day for us, and I remember being surprised at how late it was, not having realized that starting at 9:30 meant not starting the run until around 11:30, and then running through the full noonday sun.
I had a little trouble getting my bike back into the rack - my seat barely made it under the bar, and at this point gear was a little messy, but I got some help from the guy across from me (I experienced nothing but good sportsmanship all day). Since I wore the same shoes for bike and run, I just took off my helmet, replaced it with a sweatband, ate a gel and some water, clipped my race belt on and... the bib tore off. Possibly my inexperience with the race belt (or a poorly designed belt) meant that when I stretched it to put it on, the attachment points tore out the holes in the race bib. Gah! I put the bib back on upside down, using the only holes still intact, and took off on the run.
I could tell I was not as strong as I hoped I'd be, but the first mile went pretty ok. That's where the biggest crowds were, and I saw my family at the aquarium. I had to walk around the 1 mile mark, and at this point a guy passed me and told me he had been chasing me the whole way on the bike. I made it a mini goal not to let him get too far ahead, but I quickly forgot about that.
The sun was out, there was no shade, and it was 90 degrees. I was getting stitches all over my abdomen whenever I ran for too long, and my legs were starting to complain. While I have no complaints about the water station volunteers, there was a station early-on that had run out of cups. Soon, instead of running with walk-breaks, I was walking with short run spurts, usually only if I was passing a TNT supporter or coach. I had been hoping to average 9 minute miles, but that was soon out the window and I just wanted to finish.
I ran for maybe half a mile (probably less - miles were much longer than usual) with another TNT member from a wave or two before mine. I usually prefer to run alone, but it somehow did give me a little extra energy to talk with someone. She eventually dropped off, though, letting me go ahead, but then passing me a while later and finishing a few minutes ahead of me.
I was worrying about Lynette - she couldn't have been doing well in this heat, and when I saw her as I was about a mile from the finish, I could tell she was in bad shape, but I reassured her that she could just walk, that I had been walking, and I hope that made her feel better. Then I saw my family at the aquarium, and they were amazing again. They had signs, and everything. It gave me the strength to run for a little while, at least. I don't know if spectators realize quite how much their support means to the athletes.
At long last I came up to the home stretch. I usually have a good finishing kick, but today I didn't even start running until I turned the corner and could actually see the finish line (maybe 200 yards). They announced my name, I threw my hands in the air in triumph, and it was over. Medal, water, bagel, wet towel, shade, chair.
Time: 03:21:12
Swim (inc. .25 mile run to T1): 36:00
Transition 1: 03:10
Bike: 01:25:20
Bike MPH: 17.82
Transition 2: 03:00
Run: 01:13:40
Run Pace: 00:11:52
Monday, August 30, 2010
Lynette's 2010 Chicago Triathlon Experience
Yesterday was The Big Day! Having put the bikes on the car and getting all of our gear together the night before, we rolled out of bed at 3am. After packing a breakfast, we were on the road by 3:30, and just sailed right into the city! We found a parking spot in the Millennium Park garage and joined the throng of triathletes as we all wheeled our bikes to transition. We arrived right after it opened at 4:15 (it closed at 5:45.)
Transition is set up by wave number - Matt was 49 and I was 52 (out of 54 waves), and we found our spots right away. I was the second person in my wave setting up! We were both right on the path, which made finding our way back to our bikes much easier than the it was for the people who were on the grass. They had to weave their way in between racks to find their area. I laid out my shoes, socks, gels, water belt, an extra water bottle, sunglasses, and visor on my towel. We walked to the Bike Out area a few times, then found the Run Out area.
After that, we made our way to meet Team in Training at the swim start. Everyone was camped out under a tree. We settled down and had a snack and some water and Gatorade and waited for the triathlon to start.
The first group up was the Triples. These people are crazy - they competed in the Super Sprint the day before, then were the first wave of the Sprint distance, and as soon as they finished the Sprint they would come back to the water to compete in the International distance. Total nutters, if you ask me.
They were off at 6am sharp! The people running the show really kept things on schedule - to the second, really! After that, the Sprint division was off. Several people from Sokol were competing, so we got to see Kandi and Howie for part of their swim. It was so hard to pick them out in the water!
Our friend Rishan from Team in Training was going at 8:56-ish and Jenn, my mentor from last year, had a start time of 9:16. After we wished them luck, we got ready for our own waves. Matt went first at 9:28. As he waited in the shoot, I was debating whether or not I should wear my wetsuit. Once the sun rose, the temperature shot up. I was already feeling overheated, so I had another full bottle of water. I asked the head coach if he thought I should still wear my wetsuit, and he said yes.
Next time, I'm not asking anyone's advice.
I got into the chute and started to pull on the top of my wetsuit. (You put the bottom half on before getting in, but not the top half. You wait in the chute about 20 minutes, and you'd roast like a ... well ... a pig! if the whole wetsuit was on.) As I was pulling my arms in, a girl behind me said, "here, let me help" and just started to yank on the back of the suit. My arms weren't even fully in the wetsuit. It was very awkward. Finally, we got it situated, and she tucked my zipper pull in.
Then, before we almost knew it, we were in the water! It was a tread water start (as opposed to a shore entry) and VERY crowded. As the airhorn went off, I pretty much stayed where I was and waited until I was in the very back. I then cautiously made my way forward using the breast or side stroke until I found a spot. The first few hundred yards were a mess - I had to keep "spotting the buoy" every two breaths just to keep from running into people. It was absolute bedlam. Finally, things started thinning out, and I was able to more or less pick a straight course. At that point, I started passing people like they were standing still.
The swim course started off going south, then we turned and went north, like an upside-down "J". It's a .9 mile swim. The leader of the next wave didn't catch up to me until I was almost back to the starting point.
I actually think I was getting seasick about halfway through. The water was getting more choppy - the lifeguard boat was going back and forth, and I started feeling pretty queasy. I got seasick swimming in from my last scuba dive, and I think that's what happened again - just too much bobbing up and down! Not only that, I knew at this point I should NOT have worn the wetsuit. I was getting pretty hot, and I did put a bit of water into my suit to cool me down. But, I managed to squelch the nausea and heated feeling and keep going.
At that point, I was facing the wall with every breath (I breathe on the left) and realized I could see the people in the crowd pretty well. I happened to catch a glimpse of Mom and Dad Gilbert on a breath and got so excited I stopped swimming for a second and waved at them. I was so happy because I never thought I'd be able to pick them out on the swim! Doug was with them, and all three walked with me all the way to the swim finish.
Then it was out of the water and running the 450 yards to transition. Except, I didn't run. I ran at the triathlon in Elk Grove Village and ended up being totally winded for the first part of the bike. Instead, I walked quickly. Meanwhile, I was trying to get my suit off. I couldn't find the zipper pull and realized the girl who "helped" me had tucked the whole thing under the velcro! I thought I was going to have to ask someone to help me - it took me almost the whole way back to get the zipper pull out of the velcro!
I crossed the chip strip (or whatever it's called - the mat that reads your chip to mark your time) I saw the clock and realized I'd done the swim in about 35 minutes, and was pretty happy with that. When I got back to transition, I took my time putting on my shoes. The last thing I wanted to do was waste energy on transition. I took a gel, swigged half a bottle of water, and slowly (didn't want to sprain an ankle!) walked the bike to the Bike Out.
The first portion of the bike race was up a ramp to Lake Shore Drive. We'd put our bikes in 2nd gear to make the climb easier. After that, it was smooth sailing. We had to go over several overpasses on LSD, but it wasn't too bad. We were in the inner two lanes of northbound LSD at that point.
About 15 minutes later I spotted Matt coming southbound, and we waved at each other. I felt so happy! I was totally rocking this triathlon! By this point I'd seen a ton of people sitting on the side of the road with broken bikes. Some of the tires were just mangled. I was glad I didn't have one of those skinny bikes! The road was in terrible condition - potholes, huge cracks, not to mention cars only a few yards away! I made the turnaround easily and started heading back south. Matt and I saw each other again, and shortly after that, I noticed the sun.
The Sun.
I hate the sun.
By this point, it must have been about 11:15. The sun was directly overhead, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and most of LSD had no trees. Oh, there were a few scattered trees in the middle portion, but it just wasn't enough. And it was beating down on me. I could almost feel the energy draining out of my body. Because I don't do well in heat, and I especially don't do well in sun. I'm like a really tolerant vampire.
I did witness two accidents, one a very minor fender bender and the other a bit more damaging. Well, the first one I came upon right after it happened, so I guess I didn't "witness" it, but the second one happened right next to me! Southbound traffic was going incredibly slowly - I was going faster than the cars. I think the drivers were busy looking at the bikers, and I heard the car next to me (well, two lanes over) hit the car in front of it. I looked back, and half of the hood was smashed in. Yikes!
I passed under "our" bridge - the one we normally run over in the dead of winter - and someone on the bridge yelled, "Go Team in Training!" It definitely gave me a boost!
The bike course was two loops and about 26 miles. It was almost like the closed end of a safety pin because the turnaround for the loop was maybe a mile from the start and finish. I got to the turnaround and headed back north. Even though I'd done the distance faster than normal without working as hard as normal, I was getting tired. Very tired. I had originally started in 6th gear, and I had to knock it down to 5th.
The hills started getting really hard. And there were fewer and fewer people on the course, and they were all going slow. A girl from the Atlanta Triathlon Club or something passed me and then slammed on the brakes. You had to stay at least three bike lengths behind or pass within 15 seconds. I didn't have enough energy to go around her, and I couldn't physically go any slower, so that was annoying. I finally had to pass her, and then she passed me again almost immediately and slowed down again. Grr!!
By the time I got to the turnaround to go south again, I honestly didn't think I was going to make it. I had to pour water on my head and if the water had still been cold, my head would have steamed like a sauna. The water was so warm it absolutely turned my stomach!
I was getting lightheaded and slightly dizzy, but I knew there was no way I could stop. I couldn't drop out of another race. So I constantly monitored my health and started taking small sips of water instead of a big gulp every 10 minutes, which is my normal hydration method. By this time I was pedaling in either 4th or 3rd gear, and I was doing the hills in 2nd. I felt like a total wimp, but there was no other way to get through it.
At one point I saw someone getting loaded into an ambulance, and the race official with her yelled, "is this your last lap?" I nodded yes, and he said, "good!" Sheesh. There were still people behind me, I wasn't the last one. And I passed a few people walking their bikes in. I started thinking about all the cancer patients out there who will never swim, bike, or ride. At one point, I was getting lightheaded and worried that I might fall off the bike if I kept going much longer, and I thought to myself, "There are leukemia patients out there who would KILL for the opportunity to pass out and fall off a bike!" What an absurd thought, but in laughing at how ridiculous that was, I was able to pull myself out of my negative thoughts and keep going.
My fan on the bridge yelled some encouragement to me again, and I gotta say - it made a big difference!
I finally made it to where we'd turned around before. I was so relieved I wanted to cry! That last stretch seemed to take FOREVER ... but then I was around the hairpin turn and down the ramp.
I could barely walk my bike back to my rack. I don't know how long it took me - it felt like 10 minutes, but it probably wasn't that long. I almost couldn't get my bike back on the rack. I had to weave around people packing up - people from earlier waves who were trickling into transition to collect their gear and go home. And at that point, I really wanted to go home, too. I didn't think I had it in me. I was shaking. I was exhausted. I could feel my skin sizzling. My water was as hot as the air and gave no relief. I couldn't imagine how I could even walk 6.2 miles, let alone run.
But I couldn't stop. I couldn't fail in another race. I thought, "Come on, this is only 6 miles. I was feeling almost this bad at mile 8 in the marathon, and I was able to get in another 5 miles! You can walk this!" So I put on my water belt and stumbled to the Run Out chute. A kid gave me a cup of air-temperature water.
A few other people entered the run as I did, and they were running. Boy, I could NOT run. I learned at the other tri that I needed to walk a bit, stretch out the calves, and then I'd be able to run. I figured I'd start running when I reached the TNT tent.
When I got to the TNT tent, the half dozen or so people still there cheered for me, and I flashed them a wan smile. I started running then. Well, "running" is not the word for what I was doing, but I was moving faster than I'd been. I decided to "run" for 60 steps, then walk for 60 steps. I think I managed that for about a half mile. I was at the Shedd at that point, and I saw my in-laws again. They shouted some encouragement, but to me at that point, it was just annoying. I was doing my best just to keep moving, for pete's sake! But, it was very nice to see them again! I was impressed that they held out so long. Mom shouted out that I should see Matt in a few minutes.
The run route went south on the Lakefront Path until about a mile past McCormick Place, then turned back and came north again. So it was only a few minutes after I saw Mom, Dad and Doug that I met up with Matt, who was walking. I almost burst into tears - "I can't run!" I wailed. "Don't worry, I've walked most of it," he replied. As we parted, I realized that almost every single person behind him was walking, and he was in a rather large crowd.
At that point, I caught up to the girl who was walking in front of me. I can't remember what happened - one of us asked the other if we could walk together, and we started chatting. She said she was going to walk the whole thing because it was too hot, and I agreed. Heck, I couldn't even walk as fast as I normally walk!
A few minutes later, I saw Matt Carlozzi, a fellow Sokol. He was almost teetering as he walked along. We gave each other a high ten. Seeing him really lifted my spirits!
My new friend was named Brooke. We had a nice long chat, which was actually difficult because I really thought I was going to throw up. About halfway through, walkers heading north told us that the next water stop was out of water. By this time, EVERYONE was walking. We saw a handful of runners, but they were barely running and looked like they were about to fall over. We stopped at a drinking fountain to rinse off our faces.
When we got to the next table, yes, they were out of water. The table after that must have thought the race was over. They were just standing to the back chatting while a few runners stood in front of the table looking confused. I shouted, "hey! Water people! Where are you?" Someone responded, "um, right here." Well, you know, I don't care if we're at the end - we deserve to have someone standing there holding out water for us. We shouldn't have to get our own! So I took a jug and poured almost the whole thing over my head.
The turnaround was right by a beach, and I have to say, I almost just went and jumped in the water!
The way back started getting really crowded with joggers, bikers, and roller bladers. It was kind of sad. We saw fewer and fewer people, and then none at all.
And then the pros came. And went. Like lightning! And then they passed us again going north. Sigh.
Brooke decided we should start running when we got to the Shedd. I told her to go for it, but I didn't think I could. I was still feeling pretty nauseous. We decided to run when we had about a quarter mile left.
And we did - we ran the final quarter mile! I don't think I actually ran more than a total of a half mile of that race! As we headed towards the finish line, I saw Matt Kocek from Sokol, who cheered me on. And then I heard Tom Pajer and saw him and Kandi screaming and clapping, so I ran over and gave them high fives - and I was practically in tears to see them there!
Brooke and I finished just as the first female pro finished (in 2 hours and 2 minutes). It was kind of funny that for the second race of my life, I finished as the winner finished! We both sighed a breath of relief, gave each other a high five, clapped each other on the back, said we couldn't have done it without the other, and wished each other a nice life.
It's true - I couldn't have done it without her. I would have tried to do a walk/run, and I would have ended up getting too sick.
I headed to the TNT tent, which, thank god, was right at the finish line. Matt wasn't there. He hadn't been at the finish line, either. No one knew where he was. I called him, in case he'd already been to gear check. I called my in-laws, who were waiting at the train station. I finally walked back towards the chute, and there he was. He missed me - he'd been walking around a tent as I'd finished (we knew this because he heard the female pro finish.)
We asked where gear check was, because they'd made an announcement at the start of the triathlon that they'd be moving it after 1, and it was already 2. No one was sure, but they thought it was at the swim start still. Well, we got there and it wasn't there, so we headed to transition. It wasn't at transition, either. Turns out it was back where we'd been - at the finish line! So we packed up our stuff and wheeled our bikes to the car. We put the bikes on the rack and shoved our wetsuits under the car, then walked back to the finish line.
Boy, was I whining. I felt so sick, I hadn't even sat down yet! It was maybe a half mile walk back. We finally got there, and Matt told me to sit down, that he'd go get the car and come back. I sat down, and a few minutes later, Matt was back - he'd forgotten the ticket. I decided at that point just to walk back with him.
We got back to the car, put our stuff in, and I sat down while Matt tied the bikes on. Almost immediately I felt better. Once the air was on and we were on our way home, I recovered very quickly. I called my mom and actually was able to carry on a coherent conversation with her!
We got home, showered, rested, and then took our top donors to Ballydoyle for dinner. It was fantastic!
I am glad I did this triathlon, but I'm never doing one again. Oh, I think I'll do some local sprint triathlons, but never International distance again. Unless it's in the dead of winter. I read in the Chicago Tribune that by the time I was out on the run, the temperature was 93 degrees. Yesterday tied for the hottest day of the year.
I'm glad I finished, even if only 118 people out of about 3800 had a slower time than me. I was 235 out of 250 in my division (females 30-34 - yes, they put you in your age group based on how old you are on 12/31/10.) I know if it had been even ten degrees cooler, or just a bit cloudy, I'd have done much better. But I don't care. I know it, I don't have to prove it. We met our fund raising goal, we finished the race, and that's all that matters.
Thank you to everyone for all of your support - we appreciate it more than you can know. The Team in Training Illinois Triathlon chapter raised over $200,000 this summer. We're funding research that is saving lives. Thank you.
Lynette's Results:
Time: 4:21:40
Swim: 39:42 (includes that 450-yard walk)
Bike: 1:49:20
Run: 1:42:10
Transition is set up by wave number - Matt was 49 and I was 52 (out of 54 waves), and we found our spots right away. I was the second person in my wave setting up! We were both right on the path, which made finding our way back to our bikes much easier than the it was for the people who were on the grass. They had to weave their way in between racks to find their area. I laid out my shoes, socks, gels, water belt, an extra water bottle, sunglasses, and visor on my towel. We walked to the Bike Out area a few times, then found the Run Out area.
After that, we made our way to meet Team in Training at the swim start. Everyone was camped out under a tree. We settled down and had a snack and some water and Gatorade and waited for the triathlon to start.
The first group up was the Triples. These people are crazy - they competed in the Super Sprint the day before, then were the first wave of the Sprint distance, and as soon as they finished the Sprint they would come back to the water to compete in the International distance. Total nutters, if you ask me.
They were off at 6am sharp! The people running the show really kept things on schedule - to the second, really! After that, the Sprint division was off. Several people from Sokol were competing, so we got to see Kandi and Howie for part of their swim. It was so hard to pick them out in the water!
Our friend Rishan from Team in Training was going at 8:56-ish and Jenn, my mentor from last year, had a start time of 9:16. After we wished them luck, we got ready for our own waves. Matt went first at 9:28. As he waited in the shoot, I was debating whether or not I should wear my wetsuit. Once the sun rose, the temperature shot up. I was already feeling overheated, so I had another full bottle of water. I asked the head coach if he thought I should still wear my wetsuit, and he said yes.
Next time, I'm not asking anyone's advice.
I got into the chute and started to pull on the top of my wetsuit. (You put the bottom half on before getting in, but not the top half. You wait in the chute about 20 minutes, and you'd roast like a ... well ... a pig! if the whole wetsuit was on.) As I was pulling my arms in, a girl behind me said, "here, let me help" and just started to yank on the back of the suit. My arms weren't even fully in the wetsuit. It was very awkward. Finally, we got it situated, and she tucked my zipper pull in.
Then, before we almost knew it, we were in the water! It was a tread water start (as opposed to a shore entry) and VERY crowded. As the airhorn went off, I pretty much stayed where I was and waited until I was in the very back. I then cautiously made my way forward using the breast or side stroke until I found a spot. The first few hundred yards were a mess - I had to keep "spotting the buoy" every two breaths just to keep from running into people. It was absolute bedlam. Finally, things started thinning out, and I was able to more or less pick a straight course. At that point, I started passing people like they were standing still.
The swim course started off going south, then we turned and went north, like an upside-down "J". It's a .9 mile swim. The leader of the next wave didn't catch up to me until I was almost back to the starting point.
I actually think I was getting seasick about halfway through. The water was getting more choppy - the lifeguard boat was going back and forth, and I started feeling pretty queasy. I got seasick swimming in from my last scuba dive, and I think that's what happened again - just too much bobbing up and down! Not only that, I knew at this point I should NOT have worn the wetsuit. I was getting pretty hot, and I did put a bit of water into my suit to cool me down. But, I managed to squelch the nausea and heated feeling and keep going.
At that point, I was facing the wall with every breath (I breathe on the left) and realized I could see the people in the crowd pretty well. I happened to catch a glimpse of Mom and Dad Gilbert on a breath and got so excited I stopped swimming for a second and waved at them. I was so happy because I never thought I'd be able to pick them out on the swim! Doug was with them, and all three walked with me all the way to the swim finish.
Then it was out of the water and running the 450 yards to transition. Except, I didn't run. I ran at the triathlon in Elk Grove Village and ended up being totally winded for the first part of the bike. Instead, I walked quickly. Meanwhile, I was trying to get my suit off. I couldn't find the zipper pull and realized the girl who "helped" me had tucked the whole thing under the velcro! I thought I was going to have to ask someone to help me - it took me almost the whole way back to get the zipper pull out of the velcro!
I crossed the chip strip (or whatever it's called - the mat that reads your chip to mark your time) I saw the clock and realized I'd done the swim in about 35 minutes, and was pretty happy with that. When I got back to transition, I took my time putting on my shoes. The last thing I wanted to do was waste energy on transition. I took a gel, swigged half a bottle of water, and slowly (didn't want to sprain an ankle!) walked the bike to the Bike Out.
The first portion of the bike race was up a ramp to Lake Shore Drive. We'd put our bikes in 2nd gear to make the climb easier. After that, it was smooth sailing. We had to go over several overpasses on LSD, but it wasn't too bad. We were in the inner two lanes of northbound LSD at that point.
About 15 minutes later I spotted Matt coming southbound, and we waved at each other. I felt so happy! I was totally rocking this triathlon! By this point I'd seen a ton of people sitting on the side of the road with broken bikes. Some of the tires were just mangled. I was glad I didn't have one of those skinny bikes! The road was in terrible condition - potholes, huge cracks, not to mention cars only a few yards away! I made the turnaround easily and started heading back south. Matt and I saw each other again, and shortly after that, I noticed the sun.
The Sun.
I hate the sun.
By this point, it must have been about 11:15. The sun was directly overhead, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and most of LSD had no trees. Oh, there were a few scattered trees in the middle portion, but it just wasn't enough. And it was beating down on me. I could almost feel the energy draining out of my body. Because I don't do well in heat, and I especially don't do well in sun. I'm like a really tolerant vampire.
I did witness two accidents, one a very minor fender bender and the other a bit more damaging. Well, the first one I came upon right after it happened, so I guess I didn't "witness" it, but the second one happened right next to me! Southbound traffic was going incredibly slowly - I was going faster than the cars. I think the drivers were busy looking at the bikers, and I heard the car next to me (well, two lanes over) hit the car in front of it. I looked back, and half of the hood was smashed in. Yikes!
I passed under "our" bridge - the one we normally run over in the dead of winter - and someone on the bridge yelled, "Go Team in Training!" It definitely gave me a boost!
The bike course was two loops and about 26 miles. It was almost like the closed end of a safety pin because the turnaround for the loop was maybe a mile from the start and finish. I got to the turnaround and headed back north. Even though I'd done the distance faster than normal without working as hard as normal, I was getting tired. Very tired. I had originally started in 6th gear, and I had to knock it down to 5th.
The hills started getting really hard. And there were fewer and fewer people on the course, and they were all going slow. A girl from the Atlanta Triathlon Club or something passed me and then slammed on the brakes. You had to stay at least three bike lengths behind or pass within 15 seconds. I didn't have enough energy to go around her, and I couldn't physically go any slower, so that was annoying. I finally had to pass her, and then she passed me again almost immediately and slowed down again. Grr!!
By the time I got to the turnaround to go south again, I honestly didn't think I was going to make it. I had to pour water on my head and if the water had still been cold, my head would have steamed like a sauna. The water was so warm it absolutely turned my stomach!
I was getting lightheaded and slightly dizzy, but I knew there was no way I could stop. I couldn't drop out of another race. So I constantly monitored my health and started taking small sips of water instead of a big gulp every 10 minutes, which is my normal hydration method. By this time I was pedaling in either 4th or 3rd gear, and I was doing the hills in 2nd. I felt like a total wimp, but there was no other way to get through it.
At one point I saw someone getting loaded into an ambulance, and the race official with her yelled, "is this your last lap?" I nodded yes, and he said, "good!" Sheesh. There were still people behind me, I wasn't the last one. And I passed a few people walking their bikes in. I started thinking about all the cancer patients out there who will never swim, bike, or ride. At one point, I was getting lightheaded and worried that I might fall off the bike if I kept going much longer, and I thought to myself, "There are leukemia patients out there who would KILL for the opportunity to pass out and fall off a bike!" What an absurd thought, but in laughing at how ridiculous that was, I was able to pull myself out of my negative thoughts and keep going.
My fan on the bridge yelled some encouragement to me again, and I gotta say - it made a big difference!
I finally made it to where we'd turned around before. I was so relieved I wanted to cry! That last stretch seemed to take FOREVER ... but then I was around the hairpin turn and down the ramp.
I could barely walk my bike back to my rack. I don't know how long it took me - it felt like 10 minutes, but it probably wasn't that long. I almost couldn't get my bike back on the rack. I had to weave around people packing up - people from earlier waves who were trickling into transition to collect their gear and go home. And at that point, I really wanted to go home, too. I didn't think I had it in me. I was shaking. I was exhausted. I could feel my skin sizzling. My water was as hot as the air and gave no relief. I couldn't imagine how I could even walk 6.2 miles, let alone run.
But I couldn't stop. I couldn't fail in another race. I thought, "Come on, this is only 6 miles. I was feeling almost this bad at mile 8 in the marathon, and I was able to get in another 5 miles! You can walk this!" So I put on my water belt and stumbled to the Run Out chute. A kid gave me a cup of air-temperature water.
A few other people entered the run as I did, and they were running. Boy, I could NOT run. I learned at the other tri that I needed to walk a bit, stretch out the calves, and then I'd be able to run. I figured I'd start running when I reached the TNT tent.
When I got to the TNT tent, the half dozen or so people still there cheered for me, and I flashed them a wan smile. I started running then. Well, "running" is not the word for what I was doing, but I was moving faster than I'd been. I decided to "run" for 60 steps, then walk for 60 steps. I think I managed that for about a half mile. I was at the Shedd at that point, and I saw my in-laws again. They shouted some encouragement, but to me at that point, it was just annoying. I was doing my best just to keep moving, for pete's sake! But, it was very nice to see them again! I was impressed that they held out so long. Mom shouted out that I should see Matt in a few minutes.
The run route went south on the Lakefront Path until about a mile past McCormick Place, then turned back and came north again. So it was only a few minutes after I saw Mom, Dad and Doug that I met up with Matt, who was walking. I almost burst into tears - "I can't run!" I wailed. "Don't worry, I've walked most of it," he replied. As we parted, I realized that almost every single person behind him was walking, and he was in a rather large crowd.
At that point, I caught up to the girl who was walking in front of me. I can't remember what happened - one of us asked the other if we could walk together, and we started chatting. She said she was going to walk the whole thing because it was too hot, and I agreed. Heck, I couldn't even walk as fast as I normally walk!
A few minutes later, I saw Matt Carlozzi, a fellow Sokol. He was almost teetering as he walked along. We gave each other a high ten. Seeing him really lifted my spirits!
My new friend was named Brooke. We had a nice long chat, which was actually difficult because I really thought I was going to throw up. About halfway through, walkers heading north told us that the next water stop was out of water. By this time, EVERYONE was walking. We saw a handful of runners, but they were barely running and looked like they were about to fall over. We stopped at a drinking fountain to rinse off our faces.
When we got to the next table, yes, they were out of water. The table after that must have thought the race was over. They were just standing to the back chatting while a few runners stood in front of the table looking confused. I shouted, "hey! Water people! Where are you?" Someone responded, "um, right here." Well, you know, I don't care if we're at the end - we deserve to have someone standing there holding out water for us. We shouldn't have to get our own! So I took a jug and poured almost the whole thing over my head.
The turnaround was right by a beach, and I have to say, I almost just went and jumped in the water!
The way back started getting really crowded with joggers, bikers, and roller bladers. It was kind of sad. We saw fewer and fewer people, and then none at all.
And then the pros came. And went. Like lightning! And then they passed us again going north. Sigh.
Brooke decided we should start running when we got to the Shedd. I told her to go for it, but I didn't think I could. I was still feeling pretty nauseous. We decided to run when we had about a quarter mile left.
And we did - we ran the final quarter mile! I don't think I actually ran more than a total of a half mile of that race! As we headed towards the finish line, I saw Matt Kocek from Sokol, who cheered me on. And then I heard Tom Pajer and saw him and Kandi screaming and clapping, so I ran over and gave them high fives - and I was practically in tears to see them there!
Brooke and I finished just as the first female pro finished (in 2 hours and 2 minutes). It was kind of funny that for the second race of my life, I finished as the winner finished! We both sighed a breath of relief, gave each other a high five, clapped each other on the back, said we couldn't have done it without the other, and wished each other a nice life.
It's true - I couldn't have done it without her. I would have tried to do a walk/run, and I would have ended up getting too sick.
I headed to the TNT tent, which, thank god, was right at the finish line. Matt wasn't there. He hadn't been at the finish line, either. No one knew where he was. I called him, in case he'd already been to gear check. I called my in-laws, who were waiting at the train station. I finally walked back towards the chute, and there he was. He missed me - he'd been walking around a tent as I'd finished (we knew this because he heard the female pro finish.)
We asked where gear check was, because they'd made an announcement at the start of the triathlon that they'd be moving it after 1, and it was already 2. No one was sure, but they thought it was at the swim start still. Well, we got there and it wasn't there, so we headed to transition. It wasn't at transition, either. Turns out it was back where we'd been - at the finish line! So we packed up our stuff and wheeled our bikes to the car. We put the bikes on the rack and shoved our wetsuits under the car, then walked back to the finish line.
Boy, was I whining. I felt so sick, I hadn't even sat down yet! It was maybe a half mile walk back. We finally got there, and Matt told me to sit down, that he'd go get the car and come back. I sat down, and a few minutes later, Matt was back - he'd forgotten the ticket. I decided at that point just to walk back with him.
We got back to the car, put our stuff in, and I sat down while Matt tied the bikes on. Almost immediately I felt better. Once the air was on and we were on our way home, I recovered very quickly. I called my mom and actually was able to carry on a coherent conversation with her!
We got home, showered, rested, and then took our top donors to Ballydoyle for dinner. It was fantastic!
I am glad I did this triathlon, but I'm never doing one again. Oh, I think I'll do some local sprint triathlons, but never International distance again. Unless it's in the dead of winter. I read in the Chicago Tribune that by the time I was out on the run, the temperature was 93 degrees. Yesterday tied for the hottest day of the year.
I'm glad I finished, even if only 118 people out of about 3800 had a slower time than me. I was 235 out of 250 in my division (females 30-34 - yes, they put you in your age group based on how old you are on 12/31/10.) I know if it had been even ten degrees cooler, or just a bit cloudy, I'd have done much better. But I don't care. I know it, I don't have to prove it. We met our fund raising goal, we finished the race, and that's all that matters.
Thank you to everyone for all of your support - we appreciate it more than you can know. The Team in Training Illinois Triathlon chapter raised over $200,000 this summer. We're funding research that is saving lives. Thank you.
Lynette's Results:
Time: 4:21:40
Swim: 39:42 (includes that 450-yard walk)
Bike: 1:49:20
Run: 1:42:10
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Elk Grove Tri
I think we both forgot about this blog, but I'd like to have it to look back on, so I'm going to post a couple entries as we lead up to and then (hopefully) complete the Chicago Tri.
On August 14th Lynette and I participated in a triathlon in Elk Grove Village in order to prepare for Chicago. We didn't want the big race to be the very first time we did all three disciplines in the same day, went through transitions, etc. My friend from work (who's also doing Chicago) had signed up for this Elk Grove Village tri, told me about it, mentioned it was free, and I was in. As it turned out, the TNT mini-tri that was supposed to get us this experience was shortened to an aqua-run, so we made the right choice.
The morning of the race we arrived a few minutes before the time for transition opening, and we were the very first people there. My friend from work had dropped out, and I joked that if our sample was any indication, 1 out of three people would be no-shows. Turns out that wasn't too far off for some age groups. As we watched a full rainbow across the sky, (almost a double rainbow - what does it mean?) the volunteers started to look more or less ready to check us in, and we got body-marked and set up our transition areas. It was kind of a free-for all in transition, with no racks, and just cones marking age groups. Being the first ones, I ended up adjusting my area a couple times as I saw what other people were doing. I should also mention that this was a kids and adults race, so we had no idea if there would be anyone there in tri gear and TT bikes, or if it'd just be parents in gym shorts. We soon figured out there were some of each, and we didn't feel like jerks in our TNT tri outfits.
After a short course talk, they started the kids' waves in the indoor and outdoor pools. It was fun watching the kids, and the range of abilities was pretty wide - there was one kid doing flip-turns and just obliterating everyone in his heat. I started to get ready because mine would be the first adult wave to start. I was in the largest wave (I think 12 guys ultimately showed up), and we were split between the indoor and outdoor pools. I guess they had to wait for the course to clear before we started, because it took forever, and then they had trouble coordinating the indoor and outdoor starts. It was a little intimidating because everyone- in my pool at least, I didn't get a good look at everyone - looked like they had done this before. Luckily we had someone to count our laps, so once we finally started I could relax and just swim. After 16 lengths my volunteer stuck a kickboard in the water and I finished my last length (425 yds total) before climbing out, jogging to the door and then the grassy transition area.
I probably took longer than most in transition - I don't have speed laces or bike shoes already clipped to my pedals or anything, but it felt fast to me, and before I knew it I was off on the bike portion of my first triathlon. I knew the course might be a little sketchy because there was a section where we had to do 6 loops, and the race director had said that volunteers would be counting those laps. Now I won't say I didn't trust them, but Lynette and I had been so worried about this part that she'd made little stickers labeled 1-6 and stuck them to our handlebars. I don't care how much of a dork I looked like, I knew when I'd done 6 laps. I had stuck with another rider the entire course (and probably broke tri etiquette somewhere along the way, but I tried not to draft or anything - besides, I'm riding a hybrid) , and I pulled ahead of him just before we came out of the last loop and into the stretch back towards transition.
I came into transition ahead of him and immediately took off on the run, since I didn't have to change shoes. I had taken in plenty of water on the bike, and the run was a 5k, so I didn't worry about hydration anymore. The run is the only part I had any real confidence in, so I settled into a pace that felt right (the race wasn't timed, but I felt like I was doing around an 8:15-8:30 pace) and eventually passed a guy or two. After a while I could see someone about 2 blocks ahead who I thought I might have a chance of reeling in, but I was really starting to feel it and couldn't push it any faster. With about a half mile to go, a guy (I think the guy from the bike) passed me, and gave me some encouragement, but I just didn't have it in me and told him to go ahead.
After I finished, I realized that Lynette's bike was still in transition, which meant she was probably still in the pool. I was able to cheer her on for about half her swim, and then for her bike and run. She looked great, and finished with a huge smile on her face as she passed a young guy in the finishing chute.
Lynette finished 3rd in her age group and got a sweet medal, I finished 4th in mine. Not too shabby.
On August 14th Lynette and I participated in a triathlon in Elk Grove Village in order to prepare for Chicago. We didn't want the big race to be the very first time we did all three disciplines in the same day, went through transitions, etc. My friend from work (who's also doing Chicago) had signed up for this Elk Grove Village tri, told me about it, mentioned it was free, and I was in. As it turned out, the TNT mini-tri that was supposed to get us this experience was shortened to an aqua-run, so we made the right choice.
The morning of the race we arrived a few minutes before the time for transition opening, and we were the very first people there. My friend from work had dropped out, and I joked that if our sample was any indication, 1 out of three people would be no-shows. Turns out that wasn't too far off for some age groups. As we watched a full rainbow across the sky, (almost a double rainbow - what does it mean?) the volunteers started to look more or less ready to check us in, and we got body-marked and set up our transition areas. It was kind of a free-for all in transition, with no racks, and just cones marking age groups. Being the first ones, I ended up adjusting my area a couple times as I saw what other people were doing. I should also mention that this was a kids and adults race, so we had no idea if there would be anyone there in tri gear and TT bikes, or if it'd just be parents in gym shorts. We soon figured out there were some of each, and we didn't feel like jerks in our TNT tri outfits.After a short course talk, they started the kids' waves in the indoor and outdoor pools. It was fun watching the kids, and the range of abilities was pretty wide - there was one kid doing flip-turns and just obliterating everyone in his heat. I started to get ready because mine would be the first adult wave to start. I was in the largest wave (I think 12 guys ultimately showed up), and we were split between the indoor and outdoor pools. I guess they had to wait for the course to clear before we started, because it took forever, and then they had trouble coordinating the indoor and outdoor starts. It was a little intimidating because everyone- in my pool at least, I didn't get a good look at everyone - looked like they had done this before. Luckily we had someone to count our laps, so once we finally started I could relax and just swim. After 16 lengths my volunteer stuck a kickboard in the water and I finished my last length (425 yds total) before climbing out, jogging to the door and then the grassy transition area.I probably took longer than most in transition - I don't have speed laces or bike shoes already clipped to my pedals or anything, but it felt fast to me, and before I knew it I was off on the bike portion of my first triathlon. I knew the course might be a little sketchy because there was a section where we had to do 6 loops, and the race director had said that volunteers would be counting those laps. Now I won't say I didn't trust them, but Lynette and I had been so worried about this part that she'd made little stickers labeled 1-6 and stuck them to our handlebars. I don't care how much of a dork I looked like, I knew when I'd done 6 laps. I had stuck with another rider the entire course (and probably broke tri etiquette somewhere along the way, but I tried not to draft or anything - besides, I'm riding a hybrid) , and I pulled ahead of him just before we came out of the last loop and into the stretch back towards transition.
I came into transition ahead of him and immediately took off on the run, since I didn't have to change shoes. I had taken in plenty of water on the bike, and the run was a 5k, so I didn't worry about hydration anymore. The run is the only part I had any real confidence in, so I settled into a pace that felt right (the race wasn't timed, but I felt like I was doing around an 8:15-8:30 pace) and eventually passed a guy or two. After a while I could see someone about 2 blocks ahead who I thought I might have a chance of reeling in, but I was really starting to feel it and couldn't push it any faster. With about a half mile to go, a guy (I think the guy from the bike) passed me, and gave me some encouragement, but I just didn't have it in me and told him to go ahead.After I finished, I realized that Lynette's bike was still in transition, which meant she was probably still in the pool. I was able to cheer her on for about half her swim, and then for her bike and run. She looked great, and finished with a huge smile on her face as she passed a young guy in the finishing chute.Lynette finished 3rd in her age group and got a sweet medal, I finished 4th in mine. Not too shabby.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Peach Pies
This week I slaved in the kitchen making 14 peach pies from the peaches on our trees. I actually had 10 orders within the first 5 hours after sending out the email to everyone! I had to send another email saying NO MORE ORDERS!! I could have made more, but the storm knocked an entire garbage can full of peaches off the trees (I know because it took me an hour to clean them up!) I also accidentally picked a few not-quite-ripe peaches that are currently sitting in my fridge, as I have no idea if I can use them for anything else or not!
At $10 a pie, we made $130 (okay, I kept one of the pies or we'd have had no peaches for ourselves!) I did mess up and put a little too much flour in the pies because the peaches were SO juicy that they were destroying the dough on the first few pies. So I think a few pies towards the end may have been a little gummy. And Maggie at the park district suggested using arrowroot next time as a thickening agent instead of flour. BUT - the pie crusts were amazing. After the 2nd batch I really had pie crusts down to a science.
After I put the money from the pies in the bank, we will have hit our goal! I was so worried this summer that we wouldn't. I'm so glad that at the very end of fund raising (our goal needs to be met by Monday, August 10, though we can still fund raise after that) we had a ton of donations! I have been working my butt off making bookmarks, preparing for the Pig Roast, making pies - that there have been days I've even skipped my triathlon workouts. It's been extremely stressful for me, and I've barely done anything else in my free time. Now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and focus on finishing my costumes for Dragon*Con. And believe me, we will not be fund raising for Team in Training again any time soon. I loved mentoring, so we'll probably stay involved through mentoring and volunteering at events. But I can't have another summer become completely consumed by fund raising.
And remember, if you want a bookmark, buy it now before the price goes up! Check them out at lynkworks.com/bookmarks
At $10 a pie, we made $130 (okay, I kept one of the pies or we'd have had no peaches for ourselves!) I did mess up and put a little too much flour in the pies because the peaches were SO juicy that they were destroying the dough on the first few pies. So I think a few pies towards the end may have been a little gummy. And Maggie at the park district suggested using arrowroot next time as a thickening agent instead of flour. BUT - the pie crusts were amazing. After the 2nd batch I really had pie crusts down to a science.
After I put the money from the pies in the bank, we will have hit our goal! I was so worried this summer that we wouldn't. I'm so glad that at the very end of fund raising (our goal needs to be met by Monday, August 10, though we can still fund raise after that) we had a ton of donations! I have been working my butt off making bookmarks, preparing for the Pig Roast, making pies - that there have been days I've even skipped my triathlon workouts. It's been extremely stressful for me, and I've barely done anything else in my free time. Now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and focus on finishing my costumes for Dragon*Con. And believe me, we will not be fund raising for Team in Training again any time soon. I loved mentoring, so we'll probably stay involved through mentoring and volunteering at events. But I can't have another summer become completely consumed by fund raising.
And remember, if you want a bookmark, buy it now before the price goes up! Check them out at lynkworks.com/bookmarks
Pig Roast a Success!
Our Pig Roast on July 31st was a success! We raised $888 that day - thanks to everyone who came out. We sold over 300 tickets for 14 raffle items. I sold about 15 bookmarks. And everyone had a great time!
This is the last week that you can purchase a bookmark for $5 and have 100% of the profits go towards Team in Training. After that, I will be setting up a shop at www.etsy.com and the price will go up! View available bookmarks at http://lynkworks.com/bookmarks
This is the last week that you can purchase a bookmark for $5 and have 100% of the profits go towards Team in Training. After that, I will be setting up a shop at www.etsy.com and the price will go up! View available bookmarks at http://lynkworks.com/bookmarks
Monday, July 19, 2010
Fundraising worries
We are three weeks away from the fundraising deadline and still have more than 50% of our funds to raise.
I hope we make a lot of money at the pig roast.
I hope we make a lot of money at the pig roast.
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